Because there is a substantial stack of books lying around that have piled up, and are waiting to be read. I have been promising myself that I shall get around to them soon, but that 'soon' remains a little speck, distant on the horizon.
I shall start by finishing The Picture Of Dorian Gray and Aaron's Rod (>sigh<), and then, hopefully, get to Fury (Salman Rushdie).
It seems all I do nowadays is cook. Made chicken flavoured with coconut milk and dry red chillis the other day, pasta this afternoon, and in the evening- a chocolate-coffee cake, flavoured with cinnamon. Cooking's one of the only things that makes sense to me anymore, and it's wonderful how much better it makes me feel- about life and just about everything else.
Guppy's here for the weekend, and as usual, he's making us all split our sides with laughter with his antics and constant witticisms. I'll be sorry to see him go- he leaves tomorrow.
Pickles has been unnaturally friendly off late, coming and purring on my stomach, leaping into my lap, and even following me about the house. She's such a cute little cat- so furry and so soft. I found this picture of her and myself, (taken a few weeks back) in one of my picture folders. It's one of my favourites. >grin<I'd been feeling pretty low this week, having to deal with the pain of memories and the realisation that some people have shocking double standards. But I'm dealing with it, and I know I'll be all right. I have my family and friends. I have my cats. I have music. I have cooking. Heck, I even have my Levi's Jeans!
Yes, I'll be okay. >grin<